1. ICE-T - POWER

I'm livin' large as possible,posse unstoppable
Style topical,vividly optical
Listen,you'll see'em sometimes I'll be'em
Cops,critics and punks,necer ever wanta see me in POWER
Well,that's too bad, Apocalypse Now I'm back and I'm mad
We're comin', you're runnin' cold and cunning
Ice T on the mic, TopGunning
After your neck, checkin' respect, makin' you sweat
Rhyme Syndicate boy in effect
The rap motivator, teacher,talker, night rhyme stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun,you don't want none
RHYME PAYS was the name of the album
But that was number one,this is the number two
The posse grew,we're gonna break through

Power

Somebody line up the suckers who refuse
To recognize the truth
Tie up the punks who refuse to understand the youth
My posse's growin' and it's gettin' larger every day
Detroit, Chi-Town, Pittsburgh, Houston, L.A.
Come on,come on, come on, toys,let's play
Circle the calendar,perpetrator doomsday
ICE T fool man of my own full grown
I cause havoc when I speak upon the microphone
I'm outspoken, no jokin',
Get in my face your jaw will get broken
Layin' it,sayin' it, then you're playing it
Lyrics so heavy that you might try weighin' it
Hated by many but I hate'em back
Loved by troopers who know where it's at
You might like me,might think I'm wack
But don't step to me 'cause the boy stays strapped
I'm taking no shorts, hatin' the courts,hatin' the judges
Punk DA's with their personal grudges
I hate the clubs that think with their butts
No hats,no jeans,no sneakers,no what?
No beepers,no gold ? Yo kiss my ass
We'll wait and see who gets the last laugh
We'll have the power

Power [x3]

Power it starts with P like pussy
She knows she's got it,she doesn't worry,does she?
Spendin' your cash,leavin' you in the trash
While your little head's thinkin', they're gone in a dash
They got it,know it,that's why they show it
The power of sex, if man could overthrow it
He'd be king in a day,no way.We get rich,hard,give it away
We're weak and as we speak,the girls are hawkin'
Sizin' me up straight out as I'm talkin'
But you gotta have control if you want the gold
I don't wanta be alone like Stallone
So I keep my mind thinkin' 'bout the green
And stop dwellin' on the in-between
I got the power

Power

I'm on a mission mackin' hard as a hammer
Take my picture, I might take your camera
My posse might move,and they move fast
A fool's move could be a punk's last
Ain't no criminal although I used to be
Ain't no new jack rappin' ain't new to me
I been makin' records on wax since 1982
Now it's 1988 finally I'm coming through
That adds up to six years of makin' ok jams,but now I'm mad
Here comes the body slam
Turnin' out concerts,house'n the industry
Lovin' all the fly girls screamin' for ICE-T
Rollin' with the Syndicate my unstoppable battalion
38 Solid gold my medalion
Gainin' velocity, momentum and energy
ICE Capital T
I got the power

Power

So you say that I'm a fake think, you really must be a fool
I been to jail more times
Than you have probably been in school
Shot at,shot back, hit, and seen my buddies killed
That's the foundation upon the raps of ICE-T are built
I say what I think, the system does stink
Money you walk, you short,you're writin' from the klink
Come on,what's up, you know the laws are full of bull
Prey on the lame,release those with pull
Power!I know you wanta try it
Well check out money can buy it
Control and mold the world to do your wishin'
The knowledge of power is mine, so just listen
Money controls the world and that's it
And once you got it, then you can talk shit
Power

You have the power

Power

You have the power

I got the power [fade out]


2. ICE-T - 6'M THE MORNING

6'n the morning' police at my door
Fresh adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out the back window I make my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tape

Mad with no music but happy and free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Gotta knot in my pocket weighin' at least a grand
Gold on my neck my pistol's close at hand

I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip hop beats
But just livin' in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the cops wanted
Didn't have the time to ask

-Word-

Seen my homeboys coolin' way way out
Told 'em bout my mornin' cold bugged' em out
Shot a little dice until my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories bout the night before
Posseed to the corner where the fly girls chill

Threw action at some freaks until one bitch got ill
She started actin' silly simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussies said we all weren't shit
As we walked over to here hoe continued to speak

So we beat the bitch down in the god damn street
But just livin' in the city a serious task
Bitch didn't know what hit her didn't have time to ask

-Word-

Continued clockin' freaks with immense posterior
Rollin' in a blazer with a louie interior
Solid gold the ride was raw
Bust a left turn was on Crenshaw

Sean-e-sean was the driver known to give freaks hell
Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell

Looked in the mirror what do we see ?
Fuckin' blue lights L.A. P.D.
Pigs searched the car, their day was made
Found an uzi, 44 and a handgranade

Threw us in the county high power block
No freaks to see no beats to rock
Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly
Squabbled with a sucker shanked' em in the eye

But livin' in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know we got 'em
Didn't have time to ask

Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later but still had the juice
My homeboy Hen Gee put me up on the track
Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack

Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' dope
Be bop's a pimp. My old freaks a hoe
The batter rams rollin' rocks are the thing
Life has no meaning and money is king

Then he looked at me slowely and Hen had to grin
He said Man you out early we thought you got ten
Opened his safe kicked me down with cold cash
He knew I would get busy- He didn't waste time to ask

-word-

I bought a Benz with the money the rest went to clothes
Went to the strip started pimpin' the hoes
My hair had grew long on my seven year stay
When I got it done on my shoulders it lay

Hard from the joint but fly to my heart
I didn't want trouble but the shit had to start
Out with my crew some punks got loud
Shot gun blasts echoed through the crowd

Six punks hit two punks died
All casualities were applied to their side
Human lives has to pass just for talking much trash
We didn't know who they were - No one had time to ask

-Word-

Part Two

Swat team leader yelled hit the floor
Reached in my pocket pulled my 44
Dove across the room peeped out the window
Twenty cops jumped behind a Pinto
Out the back door like some damn track stars
Broke down an alley jumped into a car

Suckers didn't even see us They musta been Blind
Black wire touched red the car was mine
We hadn't done nothin' but some suckers got shot
Hit the first turn god damn road block

Broke through the block and we did it fast
Cops wouldn't shot us on sight
They wouldn't took time to ask

-Word-

The rollers gave chase at a serious speed
One more conviction was all I need
This shit was for real

This was no La-Di-Da-Di
Cause the boys had to pin the shit on somebody
And me and my crew we were known to get ill
We carried heat for protection but not to kill

We bust a corner doin 60 one police car spun
And all I was thinkin was murder one
Bust a move into an alley, we did it right
And me and my crew we're gone into the night

Broke to my old lady's who drew me a bath
She didn't even know what happend
Didn't care Didn't ask

-Word-

We made love like crazy on top of the sheets
This girlie was my worlie a natural freak
She ran her tonuge over each and every part of me
Then she rocked my amadeus while I watched TV

A technican with a mission that's what she was
If there had been a crowd she would of got an applause
This girl did everything on earth to me that could be done
The she backed off and teased me so I couldn't come

Then she cold got stupid pushed me on the floor
Had me beggin' to stop while I was acreamin' for more
After she waxed by body she let me crash
She knew her lovin' was def
She didn't waste time to ask

-Word-

Up the next mornin' feelin good as hell
Sleepin' with a girlie sure beats a cell
Hit the boulevard in my A.M.G.
Hoe's catchin' whiplash tryin' to glimpse the T

Ring on my mobile yes celluar
Got to have a phone when I'm in my car
Was my homeboy Red Some say he's insane
Broke his bitch jaw for smokin' cane

Told me to meet him at the airport
Said he's jumpin' bail said he just left court
Caught the first thing smokin' in a serious dash
We didn't know where we were going.
Didn't care Didn't ask

-Word-

Fell a sleep on the plane and so did he
Woke up chillin' in N.Y.C.
Called up my posse when I got there
Hit the Latin quarter Union Square

Rooftop Devil's nest the rest we passed
Back doored the Palladium just for class
About 4 am we crashed the deuce
We never catch static 'cause my boys got juice

Deuced it to the Bronx to rest our heads
Where a shoot out jumped off, nine people lay dead
It sounded like it happend with a mac 10 blast
But it was 6'in the mornin'
We didn't wake up to ask.....

-Word-


3. BODY COUNT'S IN THE HOUSE

Body Count, Body Count
Body Count, Body Count (Yeah mutha fuckaaaaaa !)
Body Count, Body Count
Body Count, Body Count
Body Count, Body Count
Body Count, Body Count, nigga !

Body Count, Body Count
Body Count, Body Count
Body Count, Body Count
Body Count, Body Count

Body Count, Body Count
Body Count, Body Body Body Count
Body Count, Body Count
Body Count, Body Count

Body Count
Body Count
Body Count
Body Count
Body Count
Body Count
Body Count
Body Count

Awwwwwwwwww shit
Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count

Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count

On the bass I got my main muthafucka called Mooseman.
Layin' the rhythm tracks I got the one
And only infamous D-Roc
On the drums I got the one and only Beatmaster V muthafucka
On lead guitars I got my nigga Ernie C
And I'm Ice Mother Fuckin' T, bitch

Come on come on, make some noise
Yeah, goddamn it
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Come on

Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count

Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count
Body Count's in the house, Body Count

Uh !
Yeah !
Uh !

Come on !
Yeah !
Make some noise !

BC, BC, BC

Body Count, muthafuckas !
Body Count's in the house, Body Count


4. HALB

(Instrumental)


5. BODY COUNT

You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
And I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like
To live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show,
Ozzie and Harriet, you know,
Where cops come and got your cat outta the tree
All your friends died of old age,
But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles
And unfortunately ...
Shit ain't like that ! it's real fucked up !

Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and blue ?
What I gotta die
Before you realize
I was a brotha with open eyes ?
The world's insane
While you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black rain
You try to ban the A.K.,
I got ten of 'em stashed
With a case of hand grenades

Tell us what to do ... fuck you !
Tell us what to do ... fuck you !
Tell us what to do ... fuck you !
Tell us what to do ... fuck you !

You know what you'd do
If a kid got killed on the way to school
Or a cop shot your kid in the backyard
Shit would hit the fan, muthafucka
And it would hit real hard
I hear it every night, another gunfight,
The tension mounts,
On with the Body Count

Yo, Beatmaster "V", take these muthafuckas to South Central

Ha ha
Yeah
Fuck that

I hear it every night,
Another gunfight,
The tension mounts,
On with the Body Count

Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare,
In my backyard

No !
No !
No !

Yo, Ernie C., take these muthafuckas home

Yeah

Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas

I hear it every night,
Another gunfight,
The tension mounts,

On with the Body Count

Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
To get a message through
To the red, white and you?
What I gotta die before you realize
I was a nigga with open eyes ?
The world's insane
While you drink champagne
And I'm livin' in black rain,
Don't you hear the guns
You stupid, dumb, dick suckin', bum politicians.

Tell us what to do ... fuck you !
Tell us what to do ... fuck you !
The tension mounts ...


6. BOWELS OF THE DEVIL

Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew
We were actin' wild
'Cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do.
Got a nine at my waist
Stay out my fuckin' face.
You fuck with me
Right here'll be your resting place
Some ol' sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me
I shot him in the face,
Murder, in the first degree
Now I'm sweatin', regrettin',
That's not for me
They got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary

Bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,
Its stomach's filled with lost souls
Guts made out of steel and concrete
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, 'cause I've been there before
And you don't wanna die there,
They call it goin' out the back door,
The back door, the back door, the back door

Walked in the club all the ho's gave me the sex look
They like a nigga like me 'cause I'm a known crook,
And my posse's down, we don't mess around,
You fuck with us,
You'll be six feet underground
That night they got me locked in a row called death
The governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath
That's right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me
Up here in this fuckin' penitentiary

Bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what the sucka eats,
Its stomach's filled with my homeboys
Guts made out of steel and concrete
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, 'cause I've been there before
And you don't wanna die there,
They call it goin' out the back door,
The back door, the back door, the back door. Yeah!

Bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,
Its stomach's filled with my homeboys
Guts made out of steel and concrete
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, 'cause I've been there before
And you don't wanna die there,
They call it goin' out the back door,
The bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what that sucka eats,
Its stomach's filled with lost souls
Guts made out of steel and concrete
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, 'cause I've been there before
And you don't wanna die there,
They call it goin' out the back door,
The back door, the back door, the back door


7. K.K.K. BITCH

Aw yeah, what's up out there? BC's in the house. Right
About now, I wanna tell you a little love story, you know
What I'm sayin', this is a Body Count love story check out
The lyrics, you know, I'm a tell you 'bout what happened
When we went down South last year on tour

Out on tour yo, I been all around the world
Went to Georgia, met this fine-assed white girl,
Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and thighs,
The kinda girl that would knock out most guys
She got wild in the backstage bathroom,
Sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum,
Said "I love you, but my daddy don't play,
He's the fuckin' grand wizard of the KKK"

I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad

You know what I'm sayin'. So we was down South fallin' in
Love, you know, D-Roc had this Nazi girl, my man
Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with Tipper Gore's
Two twelve year old nieces. It was wild, you know what I'm
Sayin', it got even worse, you know.

So one night they took us to a meetin'
White sheets, white hoods, no room for seatin'
There was Skinheads, Nazi's and crazies,
Talkin' 'bout black people pushin' up daisies
They hated Blacks, Jews, Puerto Ricans,
Mexicans, Chinese, even the Indians.
We had our hoods on,
We were slick
She pushed her butt up hard against my dick
Then her daddy jumped on the stage
Talkin' 'bout killin' in a goddamn rage
I got mad, my dick got hard
Entered in her ass
She said, "Oh my God !"

I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad

So what we really tryin' to say is Body Count loves
Everybody. We love Mexican girls, Black girls,
Oriental girls,
It really don't matter
If you from Mars, and you got a pussy,
We will fuck you. You know, that's all we're sayin', word.

So every year when Body Count comes around
We throw an orgy in every little Southern town
KKK's, Skinheads, and Nazi
Girls break their necks
To get to the party
It ain't like their men can't nut,
Their dick's too little
And they just can't fuck
So we get buck wild with the white freaks
We show them how to really work the white sheets.
I know her daddy'll really be after me,
When his grandson's named little Ice-T

I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad


8. VOODOO

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!

Way down in New Orleans, yeah
I met this old lady,
She said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo
She said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo)
She said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo
She said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo)

She had an old doll,
She had a long shiny needle (Voodoo)
She held the doll in the air
It looked kinda like me
She took the needle,
Stuck it in its eye!
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!
My eye, bitch!

Oooooooooooooooh!

Now I'm still in the room with this crazy bitch,
And she still had the doll.
She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo, (Voodoo)
You wanna learn about Voodoo (Voodoo)
She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo. (Voodoo)
She said she knew about Voodoo

She held the doll in her hand (Voodoo)
She had some long shiny scissors,
She said some magic words (Voodoo)
The doll looked more and more like me
She held the doll in the air (Voodoo)
She took the scissors,
cut off all its fingers !
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!
My fingers, bitch !

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!
Voodoo, Voodoo
Voodoo, Voodoo

So if you're ever down in New Orleans, yeah
You might meet an old lady
She might have a doll
It might look like you
Don't ask about the Voodoo (Voodoo)
Stay away from Voodoo (Voodoo)
Leave alone the Voodoo, (Voodoo)
Muthafuck the Voodoo


9. THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD

There goes the neighborhood

Here come them fuckin' niggas
With their fancy cars.
Who gave them fuckin' niggas
Those rock guitars?
Who let 'em in the club ?
Did you make 'em pay ?
Who let 'em on the stage ?
Whose lettin' 'em play ?

Don't they know rock's just for whites
Don't they know the rules ?
Those niggers are too hard core
This shit ain't cool
Those blacks want everything
In the fuckin' world
That nigga plays so good
He took my muthafuckin' girl
There goes the neighborhood

There goes the neighborhoooooood,
There goes the neighborhood,
There goes the neighborhood
There goes the neighborhood

Da, da, da, da, da

We're here,
We ain't goin' nowhere
We're movin' right next door to you,
Body Count, muthafucka
And those of you that don't like it
can suck, my muthafuckin' dick, ha, ha, ha, ha

There goes the neighborhood !
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
There goes the neighborhood !
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
There goes the neightborhoooooood !
There goes the neighborhood!
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
There goes the neighborhood !

Here come them fuckin' niggas
With their fancy cars
Who gave them fuckin' niggas
Those rock guitars ?
Who let 'em in the club ?
Did you make 'em pay ?
Who let 'em on the stage ?
Whose lettin' 'em play ?
Don't they know rock's just for whites
Don't they know the rules ?
Those niggas are too hard core
This shit ain't cool
Those blacks want everything in the fuckin' world
That nigga plays so good,
He took my muthafuckin' girl
There goes the neighborhood
There, there, there, there goes the neighborhood


10. EVIL DICK

Evil dick

Evil, dick, evil, dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick


11. MOMMA'S GOTTA DIE TONIGHT

No, no, no, Mommaaaaa...

All my life I loved this girl so much,
All my life I loved her simple touch.
She cared for me and put me on this earth,
Oh the pain of just a simple birth.
But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind,
Poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.
She taught me things that simply were not true
She taught me hate for race
That's why I hate you!
There's only one way I can make it right,
Momma's gotta die tonight.
There's only one way I can make it right,
Momma's gotta die tonight.

Momma, momma, I always loved my momma,
I always loved my momma.
I loved the say she hold me,
I love the way she talked to me.
She used to teach me a lot of things,
She taught me good things, she taught me bad things
Don't trust white people, don't trust white people
Don't trust white people, they're no good, they're no good,
They're no good, they're no good
They're just gonna rip you off
They're just gonna rip you off
Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em
I said, "Why momma ?", she said, "I told you don't
Trust 'em they're no good"
I said, "Momma, I thought we were all the same momma,
Why momma?" She said, "Don't ask me any questions
Don't you challenge your mutha." Momma

So one day I found I fell in love
And I brought my girlfriend home
and I introduced her to my mutha and
She smacked me, was a white girl and
I said, "Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?"
You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman
She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans,
Indians, Orientals, momma was no good.
I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha.
So I got some, ha ha, some lighter fluid,
From the corner store
And I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire !
Ha, ha, ha.
Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch
Burn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch!
Ha, ha, ha.
But she wasn't quite dead. She jumped up from the bed
And I grabbed my Louisville Slugger that she had bought
Me for my twelfth birthday and I came up behind her and
I hit her, I hit her, I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha.
Now she was out.
I went into the kitchen
And I got that handy carving knife
That we only use on special occasions like
Bullshit Thanksgiving, and I took her and I laid her ol'
Fucked up corpse on the floor and I cut her in
Little bitty pieces. Cut off her arms, her feet,
Her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bags
And I put it into my car and I said, "Momma, we're goin' on
A vacation, a permanent vacation bitch."
I took some of her around the world to Arizona, New York,
Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you
Wanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A.
Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch,
Whose laughin' now.
Ha, ha, ha, ha.

So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father
Who wants to carry on the same racist bullshit that's
Fucked this world up from day one,
You can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em to
Suck your dick or do like Body Count does

All my life I loved this girl so much,
All my life I loved her simple touch.
She cared for me and put me on this earth
Oh the pain of just a simple birth
Right now I find that she has left me dumb and blind
Poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind.
She taught me things that simply were not true
She taught me hate for race
That's why I hate you!
There's only one way I can make it right,
Momma's gotta die tonight.
There's only one way I can make it right,
Momma's gotta die tonight


12. COP KILLER

Cop killer ! Yeah !

I got my black shirt on
I got my black gloves on
I got my ski mask on
This shit's been too long
I got my twelve gauge sawed off
I got my headlights turned off
I'm 'bout to bust some shots off
I'm 'bout to dust some cops off

I'm a cop killer, better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality !
Cop killer, I know your family's grieving,
(Fuck 'em !)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even, ha ha

I got my brain on hype
Tonight'll be your night
I got this long-assed knife
And your neck looks just right
My adrenaline's pumpin'
I got my stereo bumpin'
I'm 'bout to kill me somethin'
A pig stopped me for nuthin'!

Cop killer, better you than me
Cop killer, fuck police brutality !
Cop killer, I know your momma's grieving,
(Fuck her !)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even, yeah!

Die, die, die pig, die !

Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !

Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Yeah!

Cop killer, better you than me.
I'm a cop killer, fuck police brutality !
Cop killer, I know your family's grieving,
(Fuck 'em !)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even, ha ha ha ha, yeah !

Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !

Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Fuck the police !
Break it down

Fuck the police, yeah!
Fuck the police, for Darryl Gates
Fuck the police, for Rodney King
Fuck the police, for my dead homies
Fuck the police, for your freedom
Fuck the police, don't be a pussy
Fuck the police, have some muthafuckin' courage
Fuck the police, sing along

Cop killer !
Cop killer !
Cop killer !
Cop killer !

Cop killer ! Whaddyou wanna be when you grow up ?
Cop killer ! Good choice
Cop killer ! I'm a muthafuckin'
Cop killer !

Cop killer, better you than me.
Cop killer, fuck police brutality!
Cop killer, I know your momma's grieving,
(Fuck her!)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even !